Dr. Lawrence's eyes fell on me.
"We will postpone the next ankle monitor for as long as possible."
Henry furrowed his brows, but I agreed.
"Can we do our one-on-one session now?" I asked her, Henry's head snapping to me.
The blonde doctor raised her eyebrows before looking at her smartwatch—even doctors had them—and nodded.
"Henry, I want to make a few other tests to help you control the components of your ability tomorrow. For now, go back to your lessons."
"No." He grabbed my hand, his whole being filled with uneasiness.
I looked at him before gazing back at Dr. Lawrence.
"Fine. I'll tell you now with him here. I have problems..." How do I even start explaining that?
"I went through traumatic stuff, and I want you to help me cope with it as efficiently and quickly as possible." I can't tell her that an overwhelming amount of power and memories has been poured into my body, even if I can't access them fully, and that I was not going slowly crazy.
